SIESTA
The mellow warmth
Slowly breezes
Over her oval face
Even chaos
Is forced to cease
When it sees her resting
The fatigue falls
takes a break
and exhaustion too
falls asleep
She’s up before daybreak
when you are still conversing
with your dreams
She softly calls
asking you to see
out of the clouds
the sun peeking
The sweet fragrance
of her wet hair
mixing with incense smoke
tickles your nose
The soft creases
around her eyes;
each says a story
A testimony to her life
Beads of perseverance
crown her head
celebrating her effort
The sinews
of her mind and body
strain and exert
Yet
with the rising glory
in the sky
contentment
surrounds her
That one rare occasion
you get to see her
in her afternoon siesta
just the way she finds you
each morning
sleeping;
it seems as if
everyone conspires -
sound reduces
to a mere whisper -
Every disturbance
remains as nothing
but an ephemeral wave
existing only to be ignored
The breezes
quietly hush
everything that’s around
As genesis
quietly
weaves a few dreams,
quietly sneaks in
a little sleep.
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